From A A Milne

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger... For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."

For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the handthat rules the world.

My Daily Mantra

“When you cannot do what you have always done, then you only do what matters most.” Elder Hales